The Detroit Red Wings have been in the Western Conference for like, I don't know, 30 years. Something like that. The specifics escape me and most of you know the weight I give facts, anyway.
Well, there are a few--facts, that is--that I like to fall back on. They help me sleep. They make me feel warm, almost like the Speed Racer footy pajamas I wore my freshman (and only) year at Northern Michigan.
One of those facts is this: the West has belonged to the Wings. It is ours. We own it. I can say "we" because "we" have filled the western arenas. Every game. Every time Detroit's in town. You've raised prices. You've whined. You've written letters. And we still...kept...coming.
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